I thought, "The flowers, save the flowers..." I never thought for a second we wouldn't save the people
My heart is a parachute that has never opened in time.
If you ever reach enlightenment. will you remember how to laugh?
Remember, you didn’t come here to write your heart out. You came to write it in.
I’ve written this poem before but always through a window, never through an open door.
In your arms I forget what the yarn knows of sweaters. I forget how to hold myself together. So if I unfold now like a love letter tell me you'll write back soon. Tell me you'll still come untethered.